Cert 15
88 mins
BBFC advice: drug misuse, strong language, moderate sex
There are so many movies which flit in and out of UK cinemas that it takes quite a bit of my time to keep track of them.
Touchy Feely was listed for just a week but was transferred almost immediately to itunes/DVD.
Thus, I took the opportunity of watching it in the passenger seat on my ipad as Mrs W drove down to London for a friend's 50th birthday party on Saturday.
And I presume it was a trifle distracting for her to hear me guffawing as she negotiated the ghastly traffic jams and abysmal weather.
Actually, that sentence makes it appear that I enjoyed Lynn Shelton's movie rather more than I did.
In reality, there is one hilarious scene which prompted all three of my belly laughs but for the most part it I found its characters a bit too needy for my liking.
For example, there is Paul (Josh Pais), a dentist whose business is floundering and who appears to have lost all of his gumption.
It is never made clear whether he has suffered a nervous breakdown but he displays many of the symptoms.
His loyal daughter (Ellen Page) is in danger of missing out on her life because she spends so much time mollycoddling him.
His sister (Rosemarie DeWitt) is a masseuse who initially appears easygoing and successful but, as the movie goes on, starts to mirror her brother.
My irritation is that this apparently genetic personality disorder is a key feature of the film but is only superficially explored. It is as if the room contains a giant elephant which everyone is ignoring.
But why? It's not as if much else is going on.
In fact, Touchy Feely is one of those 5/10 movies which is definitely not good enough to be memorable but is not bad enough to be.
It's of little surprise that its cinema release was so short.
Laughs: three
Jumps: none
Vomit: yes
Nudity: none
Overall rating: 5/10